Finnegan Begin Again

Warm comedy about an unlikely romance that develops between a cranky newspaperman (Preston) and a middle aged widow (Moore). Lovely chemistry between both stars, but it is the irreplacable Preston who charms his way into our hearts.

"Finnegan Begin Again", originally an HBO film, features the great Robert Preston (in his second-to-last film performance) and Mary Tyler Moore in a lovely, gently quirky tale of a May-December romance. Mike Finnegan (Preston), a newspaper columnist who ghosts as an advice-for-the-lovelorn matron, is married to Margaret, a woman who is not only a few years older than he but also suffering from what is apparently (but unnamed) dementia; he accepts the fact that, beyond whatever deep love he may have for his wife, that she is, in fact, lost in the mists of her dreams and recollections, a state reflected in their once-grand home in a once-grand, but now unsafe, area: it is as cluttered with remnants of the past as Margaret's mind, perhaps even more so. By chance - and here the writers have cleverly avoided the "meet cute" - on the bus, Mike meets Liz Dehan, a widowed art teacher, who is on her way to meet the very married Paul, a funeral director, at their usual, seedy motel room. Mike fancies himself an arm-chair Sherlock Holmes, watching people for the sheer interest in them but seeing clues as to what their lives are like, and he openly practices this on Liz, much to her dismay. Despite this tense beginning between them, a warm friendship develops and they find that there may, in fact, be more than friendship at play. Much like other Mary Tyler Moore films, this is played as strictly "dramedy" and it strikes just the right chord while doing it. The chemistry between the cast as a whole, and Moore and Preston in particular, is palpable, warm, and real. The direction, by Joan Micklin Silver, is reliably sure-handed, and serves the film well. It's a funny, warm, lovely movie, one that should appeal not only to an older audience but those younger audiences with mature tastes. Currently available only on VHS, this is certainly a film worth discovering!

This is a movie so relevant to baby-boomers --starting with a depiction of someone taking care of a relative (in this case, a wife) with dementia, and still trying to have a little bit of a life -- something many of us cope with on a daily basis. I first saw this movie on HBO when it came out in 1985, curious because the NPR had completely trashed it, completely mischaracterizing the relationship between Robert Preston and his wife, the sad, lost Sylvia Sidney. Sam Waterston isterrific as the lily-livered man who cheats on his wife with Mary Tyler Moore, and the friendship between Moore and Preston is grown-up and just lovely. This movie is impossible to find except on VHS, which is really a shame.

This film handled the subject of infidelity in a very human way: People who are with partners who are not right for the other, meet ones who are right for them, and engage in a relationship. It is interesting how the relationship was handled by the screenwriter, directer and producer: At first, Michael (Robert Preston) and Elizabeth (Mary Tyler Moore) are somewhat antagonistic toward each other, but each seem to thrive on the challenge and slight tension, rather than succumb to the bhoredom of things-as-they-are.

Preston's performance is classic: I especially enjoyed the scene where he forgot his laundry at the laundromat, because of the heated discussion he and Liz were having (he followed her in there). She later brought his laundry to him (at his place of work). I thought that was precious.

Waterson's performance was quite intense at times, as he bordered on obsessive, begging that Liz not leave him, and implying threats or crazy behavior if he does. The relationship between Michael and his wife is extremely real and is worth watching the movie for, just by itself. Often, there is a long convalescence before death, and it is not romantic. Michael did his best to do the right thing.

Although health-conscious Liz would have eventually been at odds with Michael's prolific drinking, these two had something to share, and did so. Excellent movie.

Robert Preston, "Lonelyhearts newswriter" discouraged, sour on life, caretaker to his wife of many decades; Sylvia Sydney, in a role of heartbreaking depth, his wife, slipped in dementia; Mary Tyler Moore, the woman who's had it all go wrong, together in a story of life at its ending and its beginnings. Superb.